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Feb. 3rd, 2009 12:58 amMy current favourite thing? Maternity underwear. Oh. My. God. Seriously, I will never take underwear for granted again, particularly underwear that fits properly. But this is the total danger with all things maternity wear. As soon as you switch over? You totally can't go back. It doesn't work that way.
Once you've worn the maternity pants, with the stretchy tummy, there's no effing way you're gonna shove yourself back into your regular person pants and attempt to keep them on with a rubber band running between the button and button hole. Can't be done. Also, once you discover that shirts no longer have to ride up halfway over top of your stomach because maternity shirts come longer? Half of your wardrobe becomes totally unusable. Comfort, baby. It's all about comfort.
Also, I really need to get a pair of slip on shoes, because I am predicting a day coming very soon to a Jay near you where bending over and tying my sneakers? Just not gonna happen.
In other news, I have been grounded from work, which I kind of saw coming. I will never, ever take it for granted that I live in Canada again, for serious. I'll be on short term disability until I have the babies, then I'll get EI (unemployment insurance, but we now call it employment insurance, because it's more empowering, I think), which is how we do maternity leave, for a year after the babies are born.
And thank god for the short term disability, because I was completely not able to work any longer. The babies are doing fine--great, actually, knock on wood--but I was an exhausted, in pain, falling apart mess. Now I actually get to rest, breathe, spend some part of the day not in pain, and try and keep up with the food intake requirements that the nutritionist has laid on me. I think she thinks I'm a linebacker, just judging by how much protein she thinks I should be ingesting in a day. But fair enough, since I'm one of those rare, sick bastards who actually is losing weight while pregnant. I lose much more, and she's gonna start chasing me with Boost again. ACK! Save me!
Once you've worn the maternity pants, with the stretchy tummy, there's no effing way you're gonna shove yourself back into your regular person pants and attempt to keep them on with a rubber band running between the button and button hole. Can't be done. Also, once you discover that shirts no longer have to ride up halfway over top of your stomach because maternity shirts come longer? Half of your wardrobe becomes totally unusable. Comfort, baby. It's all about comfort.
Also, I really need to get a pair of slip on shoes, because I am predicting a day coming very soon to a Jay near you where bending over and tying my sneakers? Just not gonna happen.
In other news, I have been grounded from work, which I kind of saw coming. I will never, ever take it for granted that I live in Canada again, for serious. I'll be on short term disability until I have the babies, then I'll get EI (unemployment insurance, but we now call it employment insurance, because it's more empowering, I think), which is how we do maternity leave, for a year after the babies are born.
And thank god for the short term disability, because I was completely not able to work any longer. The babies are doing fine--great, actually, knock on wood--but I was an exhausted, in pain, falling apart mess. Now I actually get to rest, breathe, spend some part of the day not in pain, and try and keep up with the food intake requirements that the nutritionist has laid on me. I think she thinks I'm a linebacker, just judging by how much protein she thinks I should be ingesting in a day. But fair enough, since I'm one of those rare, sick bastards who actually is losing weight while pregnant. I lose much more, and she's gonna start chasing me with Boost again. ACK! Save me!
